Chapter XII

A mountain with long legs

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"How could an ordinary person end up here in a town that is not inhabited by humans within a thousand miles of it?"

Jiang Heng fell next to the corpse and looked at the back basket that the corpse was still carrying, this was the medicine basket.

This thing is too familiar to Jiang Heng.

He worked as a free doctor in a small mountain village for three years, and spent almost every day and night with the medicine basket.

After Jiang Heng took off the medicine basket on the corpse, he looked at it carefully, and the weaving of the medicine basket was very poor, and there were traces of squeezing.

Zhang Junbao was a little far away because he was afraid of the dead body, and Jiang Heng turned the man's body over without any scruples, and it was not difficult to see that the fatal wound that led to the death of the person was a heavy blow. The right half of his face almost hit the stone and shattered.

Most of them fell from a great height?

Is it from above this valley?

Jiang Heng leapt deep and jumped to the top of the valley, where he didn't find anything that could be done, let alone a wonderful elixir like paraquat and seven-leaf incense.

Jiang Heng jumped back to the corpse again, looking at a basket of paraquat and two seven-leaved herbs in the medicine basket.

Zhang Junbao pointed to the seven-leaf incense and asked, "Brother, this thing is the elixir you said?"

Jiang Heng nodded: "It's almost priceless!"

After Zhang Junbao heard Jiang Heng's description, he said hesitantly: "Wouldn't it be a pity to use it on me...... I'm a poor scholar!"

"Hmph!" Jiang Heng snorted coldly: "But you are my Jiang Heng's brother-in-law." From now on, you are not allowed to say such self-deprecating words again!"

Jiang Heng carefully placed a seven-leaf seedling with a fragrant fragrance, and received the ring.

As for the other strain, Jiang Heng was immediately included in a jade bottle, which was intended to be used for Zhang Junbao's body refining.

After Zhang Junbao got used to it for a while, he finally dared to walk next to the corpse, looked at the poor guy and asked, "How could this guy die here?"

Jiang Heng looked at a plain mountain forest leading to the end of the valley and said, "There is no suitable environment for the survival of Qiye Hansheng incense nearby! If my guess is correct, the place where he picked up the seven leaves containing the incense is the place where the crime occurred. ”

Before Zhang Junbao understood what Jiang Heng meant, he had already lifted it with one hand.

Edgeworth flew forward, out of the valley, and then nearly a hundred miles later.

The two stopped.

Jiang Heng landed on a fairly tall old tree, and the sight in front of him made both of them feel shocked to varying degrees.

"What's going on?"

Jiang Heng couldn't describe the weirdness in front of him, and could only use a phenomenon similar to a crop field circle to describe the situation in front of him.

I had seen that within a range of nearly dozens of miles ahead, all the trees and grasses had been crushed into powder, as if they had been flattened by something.

But what could it be, so big?

It can flatten such a vast area of mountains and forests at once.

The two of them found the human corpse again next to the flattened mountain forest area.

This time, in addition to the corpses of ordinary people, there were actually two masters of the True Martial Realm.

Zhang Junbao saw something in the hands of a True Martial Realm powerhouse from afar, so he hurriedly ran over. Who would have thought that the person had his last breath left, and suddenly grabbed Zhang Junbao's neck, almost instantaneously when he was about to break Zhang Junbao's neck.

The Thousand Mountains Thunder Sword was sacrificed, a sword fell, lightning and thunder, and the hands of the True Martial Realm powerhouse who only had the last breath left were instantly cut off by Jiang Heng.

Zhang Junbao was also frightened, and after Jiang Heng took off the two hands that were still pinching his neck, he saw that what he was holding in his hand was a map.

"What kind of map is it?"

Zhang Junbao glanced at the guy who was about to breathe, turned to Zhang Junbao and ordered, "You go around and see if there are no corpses or living people." Remember to be careful!"

After Zhang Junbao left, Jiang Heng quickly walked to the guy's side, and the ghost king mark on his left hand fell on the man's eyebrows.

In just a few breaths, the man's severed breath regained again, and he knelt on the ground: "I've seen the lord!"

Jiang Heng returned his severed hand to him.

Through his memories, Jiang Heng learned that the reason why he appeared here was originally for a strange existence called Qingfeng Snow Peak.

"Snow Peak!"

Jiang Heng thought about it carefully, this name was quite familiar: "When the Qingyan Ancient Sect Hunting Tournament was in the beginning, it was to use the news of this thing to take Heng Song Zhenren and the others away! It is said that this thing is a strange peak!"

At this time, after learning the news of Qingfeng Snow Peak, the old ghost also appeared to communicate with Jiang Heng: "Do you know where its most magical place is?"

Jiang Hengyan said: "There are many elixirs?"

"No!" the old ghost sneered: "The most amazing thing is that this mountain has feet, and it can walk!"

A mountain, with feet, and walking?

How is this possible?

Jiang Heng quickly absorbed all the blood and qi of the remaining corpse, and after some of the memories entered his mind, Jiang Heng really got the same answer.

Aomine Snow Summit—A mountain with long legs.

Where it came from and where it is going, no one knows.

But I only know that every time it appears, it will inevitably cause an uproar.

And this time—

This True Martial Realm master named Zhangwu accidentally learned the news that Qingfeng Snow Peak was passing by here, so he cooperated with another True Martial Realm master, and the two joined forces to break into the mountain.

But then the memory is gone—

The memories of the two of them after entering the top of the snow in Qingfeng seemed to be fragmented, and they disappeared from their minds.

By the time he had memories again, Zhangwu had already fallen here.

And there was only one breath left, surrounded by dead companions, and a bunch of strange strangers.

After hearing such a memory, the old ghost snorted coldly: "Qingfeng Snow Peak, such a strange existence, even the king who was at the peak of integrity back then would not dare to break in directly before it was completely opened. After this kid broke in, he was able to come back with a breath of relief, which is already a blessing in misfortune!"

"You even broke through the top of the snow in Qingfeng?"

Jiang Heng was surprised, could it be that in the tone of the old ghost, there would be a sense of familiarity with the snow top of Qingfeng.

The old ghost opened his mouth to remind Jiang Heng: "Boy, I know you are curious. But before you are short of strength, you must not step into this Qingfeng Snow Peak for half a step. Write down that map and burn it, this kind of thing, left in this world, will harm not only others, but also yourself!"

The old ghost said such a thing so cautiously, Jiang Heng had no need to doubt it.

Jiang Heng, who has the ability to never forget his skills, quickly wrote down the map map of the Qingfeng Snow Summit, and the place where the next Qingfeng Snow Summit was opened was recorded. As for the time, further calculations are needed.

The map was then burned to the ground.